Golden Fishery

The fishermen on the   Fengshou drank beer lively, and the atmosphere of other fishing boats was also lively. It's time to pull the net!

  The motors of fishing boats roared, and the heavy fishing nets were slowly pulled up.

Looking at the cable that was so tight that it was about to break, Gregorio Antonio, the captain of the Madrid Officer, said triumphantly: "Look, you have to use your brain to fish. Don't the people of St. John's know how to find fish? Then we Just follow them and you can always make money, right?"

   "I guess this net fish has five tons!" Alfonso Lisaraso, the captain's crewman, said optimistically.

  "St. John's people are really good people sent by God, haha, thank those hapless guys."

  "They must be very angry now, but this is reality. We have to teach these children to recognize the cruelty of reality."

   "Then do they have to pay some tuition?"

  The fishermen on the boat laughed openly, all excited about the upcoming harvest.

  The cable was retracted inch by inch, and the fishing nets showed their faces, and the big fishes, one meter long or even one and a half meters long, showed their faces...

   "Awesome! So many good fish, so many..."

  The fisherman cheered when he saw the caught marine fish, but after seeing the gray-brown appearance of these fish, he felt something was wrong.

  Someone comforted: “It’s okay. It may be the silver salmon that has just reproduced and returned to the sea. Didn’t we encounter a school of silver salmon at noon?”

  Then, the fishing net was pulled up by the motor and then opened. The fish crackled and landed on the deck or ice cabin, revealing their true body completely...

  Look clearly at what these fish look like. The cheers of the fishermen slowly diminished, and then their eyes became dull.

  A few seconds later, the fishermen scolded in a louder voice than cheering: "Cheating!"

   "Shit! Why the **** is the spiny mackerel raised by the dog niang!"

   "It’s a waste of effort! It’s a waste of diesel! Damn **** damn! Fuck! Spiny mackerel! Spiny mackerel! Why is the **** spiny mackerel not dead?!"

   "Why are we so lucky? Harvesting these **** things after a hard work? It's better to catch a pile of rocks!"

  Captain Gregorio-Antonio's expression was pale, and his hands were firmly on the side of the ship. My chest is violently ups and downs, I want to swear but I can’t swear!

  Who can he scold? I can only blame him for being dazzled by interests and fantasies. In fact, if he calms down, he can judge the identity of this school of fish.

  Also, the bull can guess the identity of these spiny mackerel based on several conditions. These old captains who have been in the sea for many years can't guess it for no reason.

The main reason why    made such a big mistake was that these fishermen blindly believed in Fengshou, they only saw Fengshou cast the net, but did not see that the fishing net did not open the mouth! In addition, the fanatical idea of ​​stealing money has occupied every corner of their minds. After seeing the fish, where can they calmly analyze?

  As a Canadian slang puts it: God must make him crazy if he wants to destroy it!

  It’s worse, and misfortunes never come singly. It’s enough to catch a bunch of useless spiny mackerel. Someone behind tremblingly told Gregorio-Antonio: "Captain. There are several loopholes in our fishing net..."

  Qin Shiou referred to the spiny-scale snake mackerel as the "perfect pit mermaid" not only because they are worthless, but also because of the fierce temperament of this fish. They are carnivorous fish and exist as a recipe for sharks.

After    was captured, the spiny mackerel struggled frantically. They are big and powerful, and it is normal for them to break through the fishing nets.

  Hear the report of his subordinates. Gregorio-Antonio couldn't hold back this time, he slapped the ship's side vigorously and cursed: "St. Johns raised by Biaozi! Are you blind? This kind of fish is caught by the damn? Go and see your ghost! "

   and Gregorio Antonio also yelled at each other. Almost every captain was angry and yelled after discovering that he had been working hard to salvage the spiny mackerel.

  The bull chuckled while sipping beer while driving on the radio, occasionally he interjected a few words, cursing so many spiny mackerel for causing them to lose so badly.

  Other people will curse when they are interested, but most people's interests are still eating crayfish and drinking beer.

  Qin Shiou asked them to rest well in this meeting. When night falls, they will have to work.

  The ocean is better than land in that the temperature difference does not change much. The ocean has gone down. The sea water releases heat slowly. Although the sea breeze is blowing, the temperature is not unacceptably cold.

  Vini wore thick cotton-padded clothes and water cushions like the fishermen, but she couldn't get it in. Qin Shiou didn't let her work either, in fact he didn't do it himself. I'm lazy...

  Qin Shiou teased the tiger and the leopard, the Seagod consciousness was looking for a suitable place to put down the shrimp cage, and the ice skates happily came to find him, and rushed to the south with him.

   Swim with the ice skates for thirty or forty kilometers, a bright silver light appeared in front of him, a school of silver salmon!

  Silver salmon are gregarious fish. They do not disperse except during mating. Obviously, although they were driven and dispersed at noon, they found their organization and got together again and formed the school of fish.

  Seeing these silver salmon, Qin Shiou was overjoyed. He input some Poseidon energy to the ice skates as a reward, and with a wave of his hand, he enveloped most of the salmon directly.

  Send away!

  One seagod consciousness controls the fish to return to his Daqin fishing grounds, and the other seagod consciousness runs separately, looking for lobsters and fish from snowballs and ice skates.

  After selecting the sea area, Fengshou turned off the headlights and only left some small lights to illuminate the stern. Qin Shiou directed the fishermen to throw the shrimp traps into the sea.

  The other fishing boats can’t see what Fengshou is doing, so they can only take a rest.

  Night is no better than daytime. They dare not get too close. If the two boats accidentally collide with each other, it will be great fun. At that time, Qin Shiou might really take someone up to beat them.

  Seeing the fishermen working in the dark, Qin Shiou felt depressed. How could this originally fair and honest fishing now become like stealing fish?

  What’s even more depressing is that it’s impossible to trawl fishing at night. It’s not easy to control, and it’s easy to damage the fishing net.

  In this way, the harvest during the day is not big, and the fishermen will go back to sleep after putting down the lobster pots. At midnight, Qin Shiou called them up, turned on the headlights, and began to harvest shrimp pots!

As soon as the headlights on Fengshou flared up, other fishing boats would be able to see what they were doing.

  Seeing that the fishermen on the Fengshou were busy harvesting the prawn pots, they hurried up, and threw the prawn pots down after choosing the waters. It would be good to have a mouthful of soup afterwards.

Qin Shiou chuckled. The shrimp population in this sea area is not large. He used the sea **** consciousness to accurately locate the place where the lobster traps are where the lobsters are concentrated. If the traps are scattered randomly, it will not catch much. Lobster. (To be continued~^~)